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So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen, since what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.
The Profile Zanzibar Age. 39 Gender. Female Ethnicity. that of my father and his father before him Location Altadena, CA School. Other » More info. The Weather The World The Link To Zanzibar's Past
This is my page in the beloved art community that my sister got me into: Samarinda Extra points for people who know what Samarinda is. The Phases of the Moon Module CURRENT MOON Writings
Poetry The Tree and the Telephone Pole The Spider I Do Not Know Their Names The Mouse Blindness La Plante The Moon Today I am Young A Night Poem Celestial Wandering Siren of the Sea If I Were a Dragon To the Dreamers Leave the Sky The Honor of the Oyster Return From San Diego War My Study Defeat A Late Summer's Night Of Dragons and Men Erebus The Edge of the World The Race Dragon's Spirit The Snake's Terror Spirit Island Metaphysics Metaphysica Transponderae Metaphysics and the Middaymoon Of Adventures in Foreign Lands The Rogue Wave: The Unedited Version Adventures in the PRC Voyage of Discovery Drinking the Blood of Goats Ticket for a Phantom Bus Os peixes nadam o mar Three Villages Far Away The River Weser Children I Should Have Kidnapped, Part I Let's Get You Out of Those Clothes Radishes Three-Piece-Lawsuit If Underwear Could Speak Croc Hunter/Combat Wombat
My hero(s) Only My Favorite Baseball Player EVER Aw, Larry Walker, how I loved thee. The Schedule
M: Science and Exploration T: Cook a nice dinner W: PARKOUR! Th: Parties, movies, dinners F: Picnics, the Louvre S: Read books, go for walks, PARKOUR Su: Philosophy, Religion The Reading List
This list starts Summer 2006 A Crocodile on the Sandbank Looking Backwards Wild Swans Exodus 1984 Tales of the Alhambra (in progress) Dark Lord of Derkholm Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? The Lost Years of Merlin Harry Potter a l'ecole des sorciers (in progress) Atlas Shrugged (in progress) Uglies Pretties Specials A Long Way Gone (story of a boy soldier in Sierra Leone- met the author! w00t!) The Eye of the World: Book One of the Wheel of Time From Magma to Tephra (in progress) Lady Chatterley's Lover Harry Potter 7 The No. 1 Lady's Detective Agency Introduction to Planetary Volcanism A Child Called "It" Pompeii Is Multi-Culturalism Bad for Women? Americans in Southeast Asia: Roots of Commitment (in progress) What's So Great About Christianity? Aeolian Geomorphology Aeolian Dust and Dust Deposits The City of Ember The People of Sparks Cube Route When I was in Cuba, I was a German Shepard Bound The Golden Compass Clan of the Cave Bear The 9/11 Commission Report (2nd time through, graphic novel format this time, ip) The Incredible Shrinking Man Twilight Eclipse New Moon Breaking Dawn Armageddon's Children The Elves of Cintra The Gypsy Morph Animorphs #23: The Pretender Animorphs #25: The Extreme Animorphs #26: The Attack Crucial Conversations A Journey to the Center of the Earth A Great and Terrible Beauty The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian Dandelion Wine To Sir, With Love London Calling Watership Down The Invisible Alice in Wonderland Through the Looking Glass 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea The Host The Hunger Games Catching Fire Shadows and Strongholds The Jungle Book Beatrice and Virgil Infidel Neuromancer The Help Flip Zion Andrews The Unit Princess Quantum Brain The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks No One Ever Told Us We Were Defeated Delirium Memento Nora Robopocalypse The Name of the Wind The Terror Sister Tao Te Ching What Paul Meant Lao Tzu and Taoism Libyan Sands Sand and Sandstones Lost Christianites: The Battles for Scripture and the Faiths We Never Knew The Science of God Calculating God Great Contemporaries, by Winston Churchill City of Bones Around the World in 80 Days, by Jules Verne Divergent Stranger in a Strange Land The Old Man and the Sea Flowers for Algernon Au Bonheur des Ogres The Martian The Road to Serfdom De La Terre � la Lune (ip) In the Light of What We Know Devil in the White City 2312 The First Fifteen Lives of Harry August Red Mars How to Be a Good Wife A Mote in God's Eye A Gentleman in Russia The Fatal Conceit: The Errors of Socialism Seneca: Letters from a Stoic | The Visiting Continues Saturday. 4.1.06 1:41 am The visit was excellent. There was a German with a red cowboy shirt and black leather pants and a mullet. There was another German with a large handlebar mustache that extended several inches beyond the edge of his face. He wore a cowboy-type belt. The Russians were fabulous. Sasha was old and peered through his glasses and talked about back when we were the Soviet Union. He’s been there since the beginning of Soviet exploration of Venus. Misha was a little bit more foreboding at first, but turned out to be jovial and kind. Sasha announced to Jim that the Russians would not give their talk together as it said on my schedule, but that he got to have me first and only after he was finished he would hand me off to Misha. Once he had gotten rid of Jim, he gave me the run-down on Venus, slowly speaking in a heavy but understandable Russian accent. At one point he turned around and hushed the other students in the room insistently, telling them loudly that he was giving me a very interesting lecture on the planet Venus and since I was a prospective student they all wanted me to come there and they should let him give his lecture in peace so that I could hear it and I would come. I really enjoyed the company of the department geophysicist, whose name I always forget. We had a lovely conversation about superplumes in the mantle and whether or not they were responsible for resurfacing the planet Venus. I asked him whether he believe in a one or two-layered model of convection for the Earth. He had to think about it, he didn’t really know. We talked about the sequestering of neodymium 142 somewhere in the lower mantle, as is evidenced by its absence in crustal rocks. I am, of course, of the opinion that one-layer mantle convection is preposterous, but I’m just an undergraduate, after all. He made a compromise and said that he thought it had layers of convection, but just not in the places that we thought they were, or maybe just not in the traditional way people have always said that we have layers. He was charming and his office was a mess. His hopefulness reminded me of Bob from Wyoming, the lone student of Io. Sometimes astronomers and geophysicists get lonely, because they don’t have anyone to talk to who speaks their language… who thinks the same way that they do. Jim likes mapping areas and deciding their geological history based on which features overlap and how many craters are in the area. Eric is like him in that way. After a really long day of talking to geologists, we retired to Jim’s house “for a drink before dinner”. Jean-Baptist, the visiting Frenchman who flatly refuses to be called "Johnny" by the Russians, volunteered to drink “wadka” with them, which is, according to Jim, almost always a mistake. But the Russian insisted that if we did not drink “wadka” with them, in their country of Russia this meant that we did not respect them and that we were not really friends with them. “Look at me I am drinking by myself! A real friend would never let someone drink by himself.” They gave me a shot of wadka in a tiny shot glass with the flag of Finland on it and taught me how to drink it in the proper Russian fashion. They offered me and the Frenchman more wadka, but I told them I only respected them as much as I respected the country of Finland and the Frenchman told them that he only really drank wine since he was a Frenchman, and they accepted both excuses with a round of laughter and another round of wadka for just themselves. Jim told us that he usually had to prep his students before a trip to Moscow with a warning about just this sort of Russian tomfoolery. They’ll start by offering you just a shot, in honor of your coming to Russia and in honor of it being your first time and being an American and the fact that they brought their best wadka for just this purpose and friendship and welcome it is difficult to say no. However, if you do not say no, it is VERy difficult to stop there. From here on out they call upon the basic tenets of human interaction- friendship, respect, loyalty, custom, tradition, good international relations, or anything else that crosses their minds. In order to decline the offer of a Russian, you have one of two options: First, as soon as you arrive at the bar, you can order a beer and drink at least half of it right away. Then, when the offer of wadka comes, you can express your dismay, but explain that you cannot possibly mix vodka and beer. This is something that a Russian can understand. The only other way is to tell them some Russian phrase I forget “preveosky” or something, which means, “If I start, I cannot stop.” This does not make sense to anyone besides the Russians. After the wadka and the California rolls we used “traditional Russian” chasers, we went off to a pub for more drinks. I decided that the vodka challenge was quite enough for a prospective student to take on, so here I opted for a glass of water with a lemon. I added a “for now” on the end of my order to deflect questions concerning whether or not I would have a beer. By the time I didn’t ever order a beer, they probably would be at a point where they wouldn’t notice anymore. We waited in the pub interminably, trying to get seated. I had a burger and it was delicious, but charred on the outside. Jim regaled us with tales of Moscovian cockroaches, the most numerous cockroaches in all the world. Misha told us of the field camp he went to in Siberia. He was the cook for the people at the camp, so he had to lug around all of his pots and pans to their camp site. Once there he put all the pots and pans away in a cupboard and closed the cupboard. The following day he opened the door to find that every single pot and pan was covered with cockroaches so completely that you couldn’t even see the surface of the implements. As Misha said, “So thick I could not see through them!” So he shook them off and cooked breakfast because “what else could he do?” Jim told us about a little brewery Sasha had taken him to one of the first times he visited the USSR. It was a little independent brewery and it had been shutdown for a while because of the government. The government people were watching over it now, and Sasha told Jim that he was an Estonian brewmaster who had come to learn the superior techniques of the Soviets to bring back to his lowly country of Estonia. There was only one rule for this farce: Jim couldn’t say a word. So they went into the brewery for a personal tour. They came upon the gigantic copper vats used for the actual brewing and Jim peered down into the vats. He wanted to know what was in them, because there seemed to be a layer of brown still at the bottom even though the vats had been emptied. He conveyed this to Sasha, who asked the guide to shine his light down into the vats. He did… and as it turned out, the vat was full of cockroaches. Millions upon millions of cockroachs!! Apparently Jim tells these stories about the cockroaches in Russia all the time. Sasha has to retaliate by telling a story about when he first visited Houston and there were all sitting around in the hotel room when a giant Texan cockroach went strolling across the floor (and everything is bigger in Texas). “Aha!” cried Sasha, “There are cockroaches in America! You cannot make fun of me anymore!” and Jim said, “oh, Sasha, look, it is a cockroach you have brought from Moscow with you!” One time Jim had brought a famous Russian scientist to visit Houston, and he put him up in a really nice hotel. He brought him in and the man went into the restroom, and then came out and said, “there is no water, the water doesn’t turn on” and Jim said, “that’s ridiculous” and went in and tried the faucet and the water still didn’t turn on and he said, “I guess there’s no water!” and the man said appreciatively, “Ah! Just like Russia!!” Jim: it was really embarrassing. They kept on joking with the Frenchman and offering him wine and being completely perplexed when he didn’t want any. They seemed to think that all Frenchmen thought about was wine and drinking it. He proved them right when he was completely horrified when Sasha poured water into his wine during dinner. 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